Paul Butters

Dec 2014

Mr X

Its true.*

We live for eternity.
We all live even after death.
Forever and a day* after that.

And when I die
You'll still find me living.
In the trees and in the air.

In the mountains,
And in the waves on moist mud
Driven by the breath of Earth.

And after the world dies,
You'll find me in empty space.
Or perhaps near an asteroid.

And...after the universe dies,
I'll be either in a crammed cosmic egg
Or in a torn and still place.

Its not a promise of immortality
Not even anything about a soul.
(Because I don't know what is a soul
And thus can't express it through words)
But its a promise of eternity
Which shall never be broken.

Because its a promise we have made
To ourselves.

#life #imagination #science #space #mind #earth #universe #eternity #matter #lifeanduniverse

Dec 2014

Elizabeth Squires

Santa's Bottom Line

as from next year Santa will be
using a new business model
he'll be out sourcing his present making
to a Chinese manufacturer

Santa has found that there will be
cost savings by sending production off shore
for some considerable time
his work-shop has run as a losing straw

and his financial adviser
has eloquently told him
to fix the balance sheet
which has looked rather slim

Santa is urgently addressing
his per unit labor costs
in an endeavor to curtail
all unnecessary imposts

Dec 2014

Elizabeth Squires

Infinite Gleam

an array of angels
in the heavens did sing
of a divine coming
unto the Earth

the God child twas born
a savior
a king
for those who believe
in his being

with faith we turn
the pages of scripture
on Christmas day
and ruminate
on this glorious birthday
his brightness
eternally of splay

our heavenly king
our beacon of everlasting life
born of the Earth
in faith's continuous stream
oh praise to the Lord above
for his son Jesus
who bears the torch
of love's infinite gleam

A poem inspired by my poet friend Paul Butters.

Dec 2014

Elizabeth Squires

Keeping (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Last night the bard came to me in a dream
Why he chose to appear I'll never know
He spoke these very words to me in a team
As my head rested on a soft pillow
Take a pen and write a sonnet my dear
Which can be perused in reading land
After getting his message loud and clear
One started this project verily grand
With my write William would be delighted
His visit unto me did motivate
Though of his eyes my piece won't be sighted
But composing it did so captivate
I have just awoken from deep sleeping
To discover a poem in my keeping

Dec 2014

eunsung aka Silas

freedom from obsession

a fearful thought or idea
enters my head and
robs me of my serenity

the center of all my obsessions
is me, and the only things that helps
me get out of myself is
being of service to others

I ain't no bodhisattva,
but I think they had it right.
Even if you become an englightened being,
what's the point of being aware and free
if you aren't willing share it and help
others to be free.

#freedom #obsession #bodhisattva